bored

I know of a lady,

Whose heart saw everything in gold,

But she was never once told,

The ways of the opposite,

No one ever told her,

love is filled with heart break,

so she lived the lie of the dream,

and meant a man at age fifteen,

a liar of everything,

and told her what her heart,

wanted to hear, and believe,

To get from her,

What he would need,

The fruit of her virginity,

After that he would leave,

without a word,

Now all she does is grieve,

With a heart filled,

with heart breaks swords,

and his life is filled,

with nothing, but rewards,

Why do men so wicked,

Never get convicted,

of this crime,

but women face judgement,

all the time?

This is just another reason,

The world will always,

be uneven